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Here’s a weird one—back in ’92, Vegas cops found a prostiute hidin’ in a dumpster. True story! Escaped a john who went nuts. Little known fact—shows how crazy it gets. I’m thinkin’, man, this life’s brutal. But she’s chill, smokin’ a cig, quotin’ prices like it’s a menu. “You’re in or out, pops?” I’m out—too old for this crap. But I tip her $10 for the chat. She’s surprised—grins, says, “You’re alright.” Felt good, y’know?

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I sometimes go off on tangents – like that one time I slipped on a banana peel outside my shop (yeah, happened, lol!) and cried like a baby. But life’s messy – as messy as my handwriting on the booking journal. It's like I always say, "There are no ifs, ands, or buts!" Well, sorta, ya know?